Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Regrettably

There are some things I don't like to discuss
There are some things I love discussing,
and there is one thing I must discuss.

I've not wanted to do this, really. There's a pain attached that I cannot bear bringing back to the surface. However, In my discussions with Emily, she pointed out two things. I need to be fully honest with my loyal readers. It may also be cathartic for me to relive the moment.

Forgive me, gentle reader, if I become disjoined, or if I cut off suddenly, I cannot guarantee my words will hold out.

I was enjoying my day. My good friend Adam and I are out for a drive. He wants to go visit a game shop across town, and he is driving. I prefer it this way, I have always hated driving, and he's been my chauffeur for years now. I take to the passenger seat like it was my home. I am singing, poorly, to one of my fravorite songs. "Epic" by Faith No More. He wants me to shut up, but I do not. I've got a red creme soda from White Castle in my hand.

It is pleasant. it is familiar. This is my life. This is my best friend. I have known him for twenty-five years. We met on a school bus, in first-grade, and have been mostly inseparable since then. I am the godfather to his child. I gave him room and board when he lost his job. I am his rock. He is my inspiration. We are brothers.

I tuck my feet beneath my seat, kicking at the bar beneath the seat, used for adjusting the seat position

my head wihps to the side, i hit the side window. there is pain, i hurt, light blur s i feel moved shifted, pushed up and over i fall on my side it hurts i hear a noise its a voice i sie him next to me, he bleeds he is hurt blood there is blod on me and it is not mine. it is hims my brothers blood

i awake, flashing lighst everywhere i am numb, laid back on a stretcher. there are sheets on bodies. there is a truck, its atop a car so much metal.

bodies, there are bodies, trhee. there is a woman crying, she is heavy, latino she is crying.

My Friends,
All things are related, interconnected. What affects one, affects all. Thus we are all the same creature. Toxic words harm more than we see, and a gift of spirit touches every soul about it. Such is the way of Blue.